Once upon a time, yesterday, I stumbled upon a stunned mosquito in the living room. They were on their back fluttering their wings trying to survive, to get back on their
legs, to live for one more day. With all the almighty power of a human being I released them outside and when it was time to forget about it; I sensed, “Thank you.”

Be wary of the lies told about me for these lay out the facts that those mouths do not know me; be wary of the million faces from the dumps, they would never be an invitee—watch—at any dinner party with me.